DESIRE NOT THE NIGHT Desire not the night when people are cut off--lob. A boy sits reading his poem to me: "Today, a peaceful day, I pace the beach . . ." Standing and listening with my two arms...
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THE WINTER DEAD (lot I. D. in peace) C ATHERINE, New England winter's settled in To stay: snow fills the fenced-in pasture land, Banks high beside the road. The cobble wails I followed in the...
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